I forlorn in this wilderness of earth

can't say I'm too bad off really


I'm used to this beautiful suffering

what better planet


of crystal blue skies

and crisp chilly wind


bracing to the point of sustaining

and fortifying the heart


to endure the hardness of God's (I still can't

wrap my mind around it) Love


when all else fails

(and all else does fail)


where ever my soul is bound

I'd rather die in this beauty this place of my yielding skin...



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